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One of those days….
…where you just wanna punch a first year for complaining that she is “only a little upset” she lost her A in neuro.
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EVERY TIME I TALK TO A STANDARDIZED PATIENT
Truth.
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That Just Happened?
So, I’m still not convinced that this wasn’t all a caffeine-induced delusion of epic proportions, but it’s honestly too ridiculous to be imaginary:
Today started normal enough, if normal enough is dragging myself out of bed after only four hours of sleep to go unload a Salvation Army tractor trailer because I’m too addicted to caffeine to sleep normally is normal. That’s besides the point though. Stay focused, Andrew. So I got my sweat on unloading the trailer and headed home to shower. Pulled in the driveway and was greeted with a text from No-Tweet Jen: “There’s a ‘broke and hungry’ guy on 79/Interchange that I want to buy lunch for…and I don’t want to do it alone.” Reason would have had me informing Jen she was nuts, but what fun would that be.
Fifteen minutes and a quick shower later, I’m sitting at Starbucks with No-Tweet and a twenty-seven year old drifter from Florida (twenty-eight tomorrow—happy birthday, Casey!) drinking an iced coffee and talking about the “rainbow people,” manifesting in the woods, the terrible coffee in Utah (because of all the Mormons), and how Texas is the worst place to thumb for a ride. I’m sure I’m leaving things out there, but I just can’t reign in the last two hours in their entirety yet.
So Casey heads to look for a bus down to State Street (to play guitar for the bar crowd tonight, so he can get some cash for a Greyhound ticket to make it home to his mom, in Montanna I think it was, for Mother’s day), and No-Tweet and I both say, “That just happened?”
I never have a normal day.
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Gee, Thanks.
Administrator: “You know you can’t go on rotations until this is completed, right? You’re literally the only person that missed it.”
Me: “Yes.”
Administrator: “What am I even saying. It’s not like you’re going to be going on rotations anytime soon, if ever. I don’t even know if you’ll pass your level one to be honest. You’re not set on doing anything but family medicine, right?”
Me: *** Jaw drops to the floor. *** “Umm.”
It’s nice to know my school has my back and is there to instill confidence in my abilities as an aspiring physician. Thankfully, their support is something I can do without.
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I’m no mechanic, but when I take one of the rear rotors off my E46, pieces of springs and screws probably shouldn’t fall out. And I think the parking brake shoes should be attached to something. RIP driver’s rear parking break. You and your devilish antics will not be missed.
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Problem/Solution
Problem: I hate lecture based learning.
I can’t skip class, and I can’t wear headphones during lecture.
Solution: Study all night, bring a pillow to class, and sleep during the day.
Then again, next thing I know there’ll be a pillow ban…
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Believing in fate is like driving at night with your lights off. You can’t really do much about what happens, so you just try to keep your car from being totalled by whatever you hit.
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